i too love that smell when you open a cool bottle. is it acrid? that means its probably strong. dull and stale? its going to be weak. i love that first, careful sip, as you find out for certain what youre dealing with. that tingly feeling when you finish your first, knowing theres more waiting for you.
in bottles, in cans, in pint glasses. bars, house parties, street corners, in your own castle in front of the box. those occasional warm ones at the beach in summer. stolen beers from an absent friend. that first beer as you come down from being stoned when you can taste every subtlety. friday night beers after a week working that you just plain know you deserve. celebratory beers, conciliatory beers. first beers, last beers.
acquire the taste, acquire the lifestyle. why i might just have a sneaky one now.
